Archive for November, 2006

In case you couldn’t tell from the title of this post, there’s a lot of profanity below. Move along if you’re offended by this.

Picture, if you will, an ordinary Wednesday afternoon. It’s ordinary except there’s theme music from the Twilight Zone playing and the main characters can’t hear it. You’ve just picked up your 6 year old son from school, returned home to gather hockey equipment and snacks for the kids and as you’re loading all of this stuff into the back of your van, your 6 year old son and 3 year old daughter climb into your van. And then you hear it…”Mommy, what does fucking mean?” Read the rest of this entry »

I’ll admit it. Thor and I work hard to provide our children with the opportunity to just be children. We do this through a variety of means. We monitor the recommended ages for toys. We’re not nuts about setting limits but if a toy is recommended for children ages 8+, chances are, it’s not appropriate for our 6 year old (educational toys can be an exception to this; toys that only promote fighting – definitely not). I visit Common Sense Media to pre-screen movies and some tv shows. We don’t strictly abide by the ratings provided – we consider our children’s personality and maturity when making these decisions. The results of all of this limit-setting? Our 6 year old knows how to play Crazy 8s and checkers but doesn’t know how to use a Gameboy. Our 3 year old won’t be going to see Happy Feet. Her 3 year old friend did. She was so scared by the sea lion scene, she cried and demanded to go home. Her mom (for various reasons that can only be explained by a need to put other people’s needs above her and her family’s needs) refused to take her home and now if you ask the child if she liked the movie, she cries. Ah, but I digress. Back to the idea of children being children… Read the rest of this entry »

Every goddess needs a way to get around town. This goddess is looking to ditch her extraordinarily large-really great when we needed it-minivan in the hopes of attaining a vehicle that will still accomodate camping trips, long journeys and at the same time, allow me to pretend I’m driving something sporty because I have stick shift and a sunroof.

Thor is extremely competent at researching vehicles and he has decided the Mazda 5 should suit our needs. As a final test of the waters, I thought I’d throw this post out here and see if any readers have had any experience with the Mazda 5. If you have, kindly click on the comment link and share anything and everything. About the Mazda 5, that is. You can keep other stuff to yourself. Unless you’re truly compelled to share something else. In that case, what the heck, go for it!

Back to the car thing…if you’ve got a Mazda 5 and or know anyone that has (or did have) one, tell me what you liked or didn’t like about it please. Were you able to fit your mother-in-law comfortably in the rear seat? Or was she uncomfortable (and that’s the way you wanted it)? Could you car pool your kids and their friends? Is there really enough room back there for a 5 person tent and enough food for 4 days of camping? Will the stick shift remind me sufficiently of my VW Golf that I’ll feel like one of the cool kids again?

A few of you may recognize the title of this post. It isn’t mine. I’ve borrowed it from Steven Levenkron. It came to mind when I hung up from a phone conversation with a friend the other day.

This friend and I were chatting about this and that, nothing really to earth shattering. During the course of our chat, she mentioned that a mutual acquaintence was scheduled for reconstructive surgery. This acquaintence had to have a mass removed from one breast. The result was a healthy body with 2 different sized and shaped breasts. Hence the reconstructive surgery. My friend was suggesting to this person that while she’s “under the knife” she should also have her boobs “done”. The acquaintence is also having a tummy tuck at some point. My friend herself, has had liposuction.

I don’t understand it. Both women are healthy. Both women have families and apparently happy lives. They obviously though, aren’t completely happy. Read the rest of this entry »